Wise man said long time ago
Youth is wasted on the young
It could be it's just a lore
Or maybe there is more
Let's tickle the Death and annoy the Evil
Youth is not wasted on the young
Since you cannot outrun the Devil
You know Lord of the Flies first hand.
As he looks at you shaking with anger
While he takes away all the norms
Don't be a house-cat, be a tiger
And take Beelzebub by the horns.
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